Ajike Ade
The name of my goddess
Not the one I serve but the goddess who serves me
On a flat plate she dishes her meals of love and care
The condiments of her meals are respect and honor
I drink of the waters of her cistern
Her milk satisfies me
Tale has it that when a man marries a goddess
His children would emerge as extraordinary, gods not mortals!
I shall bear with my goddess, sons of valor
Their skins, glowing with shimmering brown and bronze
Their hearts would large like hers, their ears would listen
Their lips would speak godly words of respect and peace
Her grace is as the dawn of a new day, the strength of the sun at mid-day
The glow of full moon at twilight!

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